Michael’s father, a police officer, had given our family free tickets to a large three-ring circus production that the police department was sponsoring. Of course, after a few hours, the flashing lights, loud music, breathtaking suspense, excitement and cotton candy overstimulated all six kids.
When we got home, rather than playing like they usually did, everyone was hyperactive, yelling, and becoming increasingly agitated.
It was obvious that I needed to intervene and help them unwind.
I don’t like sticking kids in front of the TV but this was an emergency. None of the kids could believe their good fortune and immediately fell silent as I tried to find a decent show. Soon, they were completely enthralled by a cartoon called “Ghostbusters.”
At that point, even though I had never let them watch this particular show, I was just happy that everyone was gradually unwinding.
Not David though. He came barreling into the kitchen after ten minutes and yelled, “Mum, mum, you’ve got to see this show. These guys have big guns and they just point them at a ghost and kaboom, the ghost disappears!”
I sighed and said, “David, guns don’t really work against ghosts.”
Immediately David wondered, “Well, what does work?”
I explained, “You shouldn’t try to deal with ghosts; just send them to Jesus.”
Dave paused for a moment and asked, “So, what does Jesus do with ghosts when He gets them?”
I laughed so hard that I barely could answer, “Honey, I really don’t have a clue.”
David stopped for a moment and then smiled. I quote my son’s exact words, “I know what He does with ghosts. He takes them into Himself and fills them with His love.”
The Holy Spirit whispered to my son, who was open enough to hear His voice when I was not.
Copyright 2017 Melanie Jean Juneau